Chapter 20 The Edge Of Trust

• Jackson's POV
• I walked back and forth in the courtyard, listening for the feeble breathing of the scout. The message etched into the wood—you're too late—burned into my head, mocking me. My tummy turned upside-down, the weight of every choice I had made squeezing down on my chest. Now, one could not dispute it. The traitor was still prowling, providing intelligence; the enemy knew every step we took.
• Ava stood next to me; her eyes were keen and clear, but I could sense the anxiety under her composed front. This was personal, not only a hazard to our pack now. Our family was the goal; whoever drove this had been ahead of us everywhere. We had to act. But one bad action could cost us everything.